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What if Mr Darcy refused to take no for an answer?	By : ClassicsRetold Category: > Pride and Prejudice Views: 61546 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, based on Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is unintentional/coincidental. I do not own Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, nor the characters from them. I do not profit

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After Mr Darcy left the room, Lizzy sat up still in a daze and with clumsy hands tidied her clothing and hair while trying to comprehend everything that had happened during the last hour.
How could a planned evening of solitary reading end with her being compromised, seduced and now engaged to Mr Darcy? A sudden thought, struck her cold, what if he didn’t return? What if he had been insincere in his intentions? Their engagement was hardly reached through traditional methods…
Lizzy blushed to think of how her body had reacted to Mr Darcy and his nimble fingers; and innocent as she was, or had been, it was clear that her betrothed seemed to be very experienced in such matters - perhaps he kept a mistress? The thought of Darcy with another woman made her feel ill, if such a woman existed, surely he would end their connection now he was engaged? Lizzy resolved to question him about his past and possibly lovers.
Had it simply been Mr Darcy’s expertise that had made her behave in such a manner? Or perhaps she had felt an attraction towards his person that she had hitherto been unaware of? She had certainly thought him handsome when she saw him at the Meryton Ball, before his poor manners had turned her initial approval to dislike. And when Mr Darcy had first kissed her she had been furious but also curiously excited - perhaps all of their arguing had been in reality simmering passion? He surely was a most attractive young man, tall with broad shoulders and slender hips that led onto hard thighs…
Had he been telling the truth regarding Mr Wickham’s conduct? So much of her dislike had been founded on his alleged treatment of Mr Wickham, she would have to question him if and when he returned.
And if he did return she must speak to him regarding Jane and Mr Bingley most urgently, he had seemed surprised that her sister had such strong feelings for his friend - perhaps Darcy had been attempting to protect his friend from fortune hunters? Cringing Lizzy thought of her mother’s behaviour at the Netherfield Ball, and conceded that Jane’s motives to a stranger may have appeared far from disinterested.
Lizzy sat lost in her thoughts until she heard a carriage making its way into the parsonage’s drive, and quickly hurried upstairs to bed before Charlotte or Mr Collins could see her dishevelled state.
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Two days later, Lizzy was walking the same path she had met Mr Darcy on so many times before, smiling as she thought back to her surprise and bewilderment at seeing him so often before when suddenly the flesh and blood Mr Darcy was in front of her and looking at her with the same intense gaze he always had whenever he looked at her, ‘I’ve been wandering the lanes this morning hoping to find you, my love. I have a letter for you, from your father,’ said Mr Darcy smiling down at her.
Delicately, as if afraid to startle her with a sudden movement Mr Darcy handed her the letter from Mr Bennet.
After quickly reading the Mr Bennet’s short letter, Lizzy smiled and said in her usual teasing manner, ‘It seems my father has consented to the match, though he is waiting for me to confirm my wishes before he gives his full approval. What do you think he would say Mr Darcy if he knew of your behaviour the other night?’
‘I imagine he would either call me out or make us marry on the morrow, rather than in a month. Perhaps I should write and tell him? As I want nothing more than to marry you as soon as possible, dearest.’
His confirmation of their upcoming marriage, calmed the fears Lizzy had endured while she waited for him to return to Rosings and she told him, ‘I had worried that you might not return, that you had taken all that you wanted, Mr Darcy.’
Mr Darcy suddenly looked furious and gave her the same heated look he had the other night at the parsonage, and taking Lizzy’s arm he escorted her deeper into the woods away from the path and intruding eyes.
Dropping his hat on the ground and pushing her gently against an oak tree large enough to shield them both, Mr Darcy leant down and kissed Lizzy softly and then increasingly hard as their passion mounted. Darcy untied the ribbon of her bonnet, removed it and let her drop next to his on the ground and said, ‘Elizabeth, I came to Rosings for you and only you. I have thought of no one and nothing else since I left Netherfield. I love you. I have longed for you day and night and knowing that you will soon be my wife fills me with a joy I have never known before! I must apologise for my behaviour the other night, it was not the behaviour of a gentleman. I can offer no explanation, apart from the thought of never having you in my life snapped the little sanity I had left after months of longing for you. I had not planned for my visit to conclude in such a manner…though,’ he said leaning in closer, ‘in the end you did not seem to mind. I seem to remember you being able to barely stop screaming out your pleasure. I knew you would be as passionate as I am Lizzy, so you see we do have something in common after all.’
After this remarkably romantic and highly improper speech, Mr Darcy immediately resumed kissing Lizzy with such ardour that she was soon felt that now familiar heat between her legs, breaking the kiss and pushing Darcy away, she said, ‘That was a most improper kiss, Mr Darcy, even if we are engaged now.’
Darcy smiled at her confirming their engagement, he stepped forward and kissed her neck, and softly whispered into her ear, ‘That was simply a kiss, my dearest, but I think it’s time for another lesson,’ and looked up at her with a look of mischief she had never seen on his face before.
Lust, anticipation and desire consumed Lizzy.
Mr Darcy stepped back and said, ‘Lean against the tree and lift up your skirts, Lizzy, I think it’s time you had a very improper kiss, but you must be a good girl for me and be very quiet.’ Blushing Lizzy nervously leant back against the oak and lifted her skirts with a confused expression on her face.
‘Higher, Lizzy. I don’t wish to kiss your lovely knees – at least that’s not all I want to kiss. Lift them up to your waist and show me yourself,’ whispered Mr Darcy, he voice husky and his eyes black with desire.
Lizzy lifted her skirts up to her waist and tried not to tremble too much. What did he plan to do? Kiss her where?
‘Very good, now spread your legs for me,’ said Mr Darcy and Lizzy shyly obliged.
‘Even better, now reach down with your hand and part those sweet lips, my love,’ said Darcy staring at the warm centre between Lizzy’s legs with a heated expression. Looking up, Darcy saw that Elizabeth’s face and chest were crimson and she appeared too shocked at his words to react.
‘Come now, there is no need to be shy with one another,’ he said as removed his overcoat and dropped it to the ground, ‘we shall soon be married and I plan to memorise every inch of your luscious skin…I plan to lick and bite every inch of it as well. Let me see you and you will be well rewarded, my love.’
Feeling overwhelmed and excited at Darcy’s words, Lizzy took a deep breath, tucked her skirts into the ribbon of her dress and reached down to part herself for him. Mr Darcy’s smile was instant and ecstatic, and then very quickly predatory. He took a step forward and kneeled down in front of her, his face close to where her hand now rested and leant forward to kiss her there very softly. He lifted her hand from her body and kissed it solemnly, then looking up at her with a face like sin he licked her fingers and then turned his attention back to her aching core.
Darcy grabbed her right leg and said, ‘Hook it over my shoulder Lizzy and hold onto my hair,’ burning with anticipation Lizzy readily complied.
‘Now for a very improper kiss,’ said Mr Darcy and preceded to alternate between licking and gently sucking on her throbbing clit, building up the speed until she thought her heart would give out in pleasure only to slow down to the softest kisses, then only to build up the pace again. He kept going, occasionally groaning her name against her core and seeming in no rush to finish.
Lizzy held her onto his hair and tried to be as quiet as she could, but she was soon groaning and calling out his name until Darcy suddenly stopped, dropped her leg and stood up in front of her, his mouth and chin wet with her pleasure. ‘It seems you cannot be a good girl, I shall have to quieten you,’ he said and took his cravat off to quieten her mouth with, then knelt down again, hooking her leg over his shoulder as he went back to kissing her. Darcy gradually built up the speed until her legs were shaking and then slipped two fingers inside her, using his mouth and hand at same time until her body went still and shook as he tasted her orgasm.
Darcy grabbed her arms as her body went limp and supported her against the tree, ‘That is my favourite type of kiss, Lizzy and one I plan to do often once we’re home at Pemberley. How sweet you taste,’ he whispered to her.
‘Now be a good girl, turn around and brace your arms against the tree’, said Mr Darcy as he undid the buttons of his breeches, ‘hurry, my love I can barely stand to not be inside you any longer.’
As soon as Elizabeth braced herself against the tree, Mr Darcy grabbed her hips and slid into her wet core. He moved quickly inside her and Lizzy soon felt her own pleasure building again and shortly after they came heatedly together against the tree.
Mr Darcy shakily stood up straight, turned Elizabeth around and lifted her into his arms. Sitting down against the oak with his love in his arms, Darcy said, ‘Now my darling, there are a few things we should discuss before we return to civilised society.’
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What if Mr Darcy refused to take no for an answer?